"Two guineas a week."
"Would you, Mrs.—" Aunt Betha paused.
"Parsons—my name is Parsons," said the landlady.
"Could you, Mrs. Parsons, say less if the rooms were taken for some time?"
"Perhaps I might, ma'am. I might say two pounds."
"Very well. I don't think I shall do better. I will close at once, and send you word as to the day the family will arrive."
"Pray, ma'am," inquired Mrs. Parsons, "how many are there in the family?"
"A widow lady, and, let me see, a servant,—poor thing, she must keep one servant; she has been used to more than you can count on your fingers,—and six children."
"I never take children, ma'am, never," said Mrs. Parsons.
"Oh dear, that is unfortunate; but these are not young children. The little boys are twins, and are—"